Yesterday’s drive to visit my sister brought back memories of all the times I’ve made the trip from Massachusetts to Connecticut. Let’s say once a month for 52 years adds up to 620 and I know sometimes, especially when I was visiting my mom and my dad in their last years, I made the journey twice as often. Then there are the times we whizzed right by on our way to visit our daughter in Pennsylvania. Trips alone, trips with my husband. It’s all about family. All good, even the sad ones.